Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The Flat Part Of The Frontier

Everyone has the night where he feels like a loser. Everyone has the night where he feels jettisoned by all that is hip and cool and rockstar in the universe, left only to stand outside in the cold alone with nothing but a blackberry, a strong buzz, and a moneyclip full of cash pleading desperately to be spent on $9 beers. And since my brain has been kind enough to block out life as a summer intern, this Saturday was the first night of plebeianness I can remember. Thank God the feeling didn’t last very long.

In hindsight, it was my own fault. My friends and I were at Obivia in NoLita doing what we do best—fighting the uphill battle against a strip-steak dinner to maintain and augment our booze-high while putting on a turn of the century (21st) hip-hop dance clinic. The three of us were with girls, 8 to be precise, the majority of whom were foreign imports that clung at our every last word as if we were Manhattan’s own designated ambassadors (which we are). At one point, my friend took my hand, pointed it at a girl from Australia and said to me, verbatim, “you will fuck her tonight.” Our arms were interlocked, so I’m pretty sure she heard, and she didn’t bat an eye. All in all, not a bad scene.

But I, for some reason, was not in the mood to capitalize. I can’t exactly pinpoint why: maybe I felt the need to “branch out”; maybe it was the creeping monotony of bringing home another girl with a turquoise mini dress whose face would indelibly mark itself on my pillow in foundation; or maybe it was the Well in my drinks my cheapskate friend repeatedly insisted on panning off as Goose. But, in the moment, I felt the need for something different. Something inside of me was screaming out for a girl with a story, a girl with strife, a girl with…boots. Despite all the guaranteed ass that surrounded me, our cocktail waitress was everything I desired. Higher risk, but higher reward–I felt a shift along the curve.

She was struck-up easily. “So what passion is this job supporting?” worked like a charm—she blushed, gave me my drink, and told me she was actually a “dancer”—modern, or something. I probed just the right amount to let her tell me about her successes without getting so deep as to reveal her obvious, numerous failures. While she boosted her own negligible self-worth, she occasionally rested her hand on my chest and let her nasty, 18 hour-shift cocktail waitress hair fall into my face. Smelling Fructis + Patron was the point where I lost all rational thought.

I left my friends and followed her to the bar. I propped myself up on my elbow nonchalantly and tossed out occasional nuggets of wit while she served vodka-sodas to the retards around me. She smiled and chatted back when she could, and my confidence grew steadily.

After a while, my friends came up and informed me that they were going to the sweet downstairs bar about 10 feet away, Martignetti (Belgrade), and told me I should come. But feeling badass as ever, I told them I was definitely closing with the waitress, we were just banging out the deal terms.

I could see my buddies and the 8 girls walk away through the window, and just as I turned my head back to my waitress-love, amidst noise, I caught the phrase “So my boyfriend’s also a Banker…” . Argh.

I immediately ran to get my coat and bolted out the back door. I jogged the 15 paces to Martignetti’s and got to the bouncers just as the tail of the imported tail was making its way into the bar. I insisted that I was with the group, but it was to no avail. One of the door guys empathized, but the Chief Assbag, an obese meathead dressed in a pathetic emulation of his clientèle, did not recognize me, despite that fact that I knew his name and favorite Entourage character (Lloyd). The window that existed between my attempt to get in and the next set of girls arriving and gaining entrance quickly closed, and I was cast aside to wait along with the rest of the dregs.

I furiously texted both of my friends.

“Outside. Come get me.”

“Wtf?! Come out.”

“Send a chick.”

“Goddamn. Send a fat chick, at least.”

But it didn’t matter. I knew they couldn’t receive my SMSes in the subterranean paradise.

And even if they could receive my texts, who would respond? They were in a place where one can’t lower his drink without dipping his elbow into the cleavage of a gorgeous blond, and I was outside trying to skip over the velvet rope with fuckin Jorge and Max – Charles Schwab’s top performing young mutual fund analysts. ROAR.

I was literally pulling out money to bribe Ogre and preparing to buy a bottle entirely for myself when I saw an acquaintance from Princeton roll up. Stan Friedman was with two girls, both a bit chunky-chunk, but girls nonetheless. He sidestepped the line, and the rope was unhooked for him within seconds.

I poked my head up from behind a dude’s Zara blazer and shouted at him, “Yo Stan!”

He glanced me only for a moment, and gave me the sneer that someone who got a C+ in Econ 305 (Econometrics) gives to the better looking someone who set the curve, and I could hear his feeble mind shout proudly, “What’s the what now, bitch?!” Fuck him, and Eggers.

I folded. It was only 1:55am, but my white flag was officially up, and I had to go home. I couldn’t even get hungry it was so early, and since 2:00AM seems to be the predetermined time that every dude with a broke girlfriend whose face craters he’s trying to obscure has gotten sufficiently smashed he’s ready to stand in the middle and of the street and flail his arms to get a cab, I just decided to walk home.

Plodding along, I legitimately felt like someone had ripped out a part of my soul. Even my loafers seemed to be frowning. After two years of owning everything and everyone, the fact that I, too, am human became so apparent it knocked the wind out of me. I felt naked and exposed without my prestige cloak.

Three-quarters of the way home, more drunk off rejection than booze, I needed comfort. I untucked my shirt and growled at a dirty hipster that walked by; he almost pissed his skinny jeans. I saw a girl with an ugly thick belt over her dress and scoffed at its lack of utility; she scampered off, breaking a heel, shrieking, and falling embarrassingly in the process. And when I saw an Indian kid with long hair, I screamed at him “YOU’RE GOING ALL THE WAY SANJAYA.” He blushed, but the best part was that the Korean friend he was with (Harold, ostensibly) looked even more sad, and neglected.

At some point, I realized I was walking in circles, and I found myself back at Lafayette Street near Obivia. Officially spent and no longer competing with Dude X and his pear-shaped counterpart, I decided to get a cab. Then, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a svelte figure approaching. Its fragrance felt familiar, and when I looked over, head still hunched, I saw them–the boots.

“What happened to you in there?” she said.

I gathered myself together quickly, as if my Boss had just called me out for my screensaver actually being an Excel screenshot. “Oh nothing…just wanted to catch up with my boys,” I responded, arm out (now more confidently) to hail a cab.

“Hmph. Well, I was just telling you…” and she stepped closer. The Fructis + Patron scent was replaced by a new one: heaven (the place, not the perfume, thank God).

She was now right up against me, head craned upward so that her breathe was warming my neck. She tugged on my lapel again. “I was just telling you…that my boyfriend also is a Banker…”

And mid-sentence, she pivoted up on her toes and kissed me with a wet, half-open mouth. My arm fell.

Still floating on her toes post-kiss, she moved her mouth to my ear and tugged it playfully with her teeth, pull-starting so it was ready to listen. She finished, now whispering, “…but he works in Munis…”

We paused and chuckled together at the notion of Municipal Finance, wading in the pathetic image of some dude convinced he was saving the world, one shitty Iowa hospital bond deal at a time.

She fell to her heels, smirked, and enticed me with a cocked eyebrow and tilted head. “Wanna show me what being with a real Banker is like?”

Coincidentally, I did. And I did.

Things always have a way of working out for the privileged, eh?


102 comments for this post.

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  1. -9 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Weak?

  2. 0 votes + -
    Alex Said:

    Stay prestigious!

  3. +10 votes + -
    AKITCPITW Said:

    hilarious. Welcome back

  4. +2 votes + -
    anon Said:

    Is this even a joke now? The stereotypes are so commonplace it seems that even the author half-believes this banker crap.

  5. +4 votes + -
    first Said:

    booya

  6. -3 votes + -
    Anon Said:

    Superb, a la American Psycho?

  7. +2 votes + -
    Anand Said:

    (Yawn) 6 weeks for this?

  8. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    FINALLY!

  9. -4 votes + -
    SBE Said:

    FINALLY!

  10. -5 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    shit?Born-Banker, son!

  11. +5 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Not impressed!

  12. +32 votes + -
    amish Said:

    Nothin to be proud of man, cocktail waitresses are the Muni bankers of the service industry. Let me know when you bag a real bottle hostess.

  13. +15 votes + -
    CanadianFinance Said:

    FINALLY?after two months! Not as humourous as others, but I still enjoyed the work break to read it. How much $$$ will it take to post more often?

  14. -25 votes + -
    Brokerdude Said:

    What a crappy story. At first I thought this way pretty funny but now I think its just crap. Not even good stories. And besides everyone knows you bankers make $10.00/hr. Oh well.

  15. -9 votes + -
    Bentley Drummle Said:

    Very well structured, and more subtle than the previous entries. You can see how your writing style has changed over the entries.

  16. +3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    i would much rather be a broker than a banker. they get ALL of the respect. rock on Schwab!

  17. -1 votes + -
    anon Said:

    Good shit?now please do your best to stay on the radar screen from now on?.

  18. -2 votes + -
    HL Said:

    Great, just great. Hope there is more to come

  19. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Well, I left the site less pissed off than usual but I?ve seen better. Keep it coming.

  20. -9 votes + -
    UBS account exec. Said:

    I could have written a better story about a night out in Columbus, Ohio

  21. -2 votes + -
    Carlyle Group Said:

    UBS is a fuckin joke. We all know that it is an inferior bulge bracket, so next time you try to flash the ”UBS exec” shit think muni department?

  22. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    patchy relative to the high standards you?d let us get used to with the previous posts. also – do I detect some weight issues you might have with women and/or yourself?

  23. +8 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    I can?t believe we waited for this, so very poor.

  24. +15 votes + -
    Real Banker Said:

    Privileged?!? Sounds like a load of crap to me. Privileged would have been buying your way into that club or finding a girl to go in with you. Either way, sounds to me like you have no game. And please dont confuse ”walking around the block” with ”stalking your hostess”. Seems like every one of these fantasy stories ends with something too ridiculous to be believable.

  25. +3 votes + -
    To The Hilt Said:

    God I hate Belgrade. And the Carlyle Group.

  26. -4 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Is LSO making fun of ibankers or itself at this point?

  27. +3 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    Love the Sanjaya comment!

  28. -8 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    one of your best.

  29. +25 votes + -
    Glorious Said:

    On behalf of the entire Citi Municipal Finance department, that was one of the best articles yet. i?ll forward this link on to all my buds once i get done with my two hour lunch. cash checks people.

  30. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    LOL, a broker trying to demean banking?.classic!

  31. +9 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    ‘He glanced me only for a moment, and gave me the sneer that someone who got a C+ in Econ 305 (Econometrics) gives to the better looking someone who set the curve, and I could hear his feeble mind shout proudly, Whats the what now, bitch?!??? Fuck him, and Eggers.” ”when I saw an Indian kid with long hair, I screamed at him YOURE GOING ALL THE WAY SANJAYA.???” How can any one complain. BRILLIANT!!!

  32. +6 votes + -
    chris Said:

    the more posts like this, the less your book will sell.

  33. +5 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    weak ending

  34. +3 votes + -
    UBS account exec. Said:

    Hey Carlyle Group, you are a fucking moron not to comprehend that joke. A UBS account exec. is the equivelant of a used car salesman. I clearly do not hold such a position, my point was to say that this story fucking sucked. Except for the Sanjaya comment of course.

  35. +8 votes + -
    anon Said:

    wouldnt want to agree the rabble too much, but this one was not your best. Felt like a weak effort. No heart no soul no venom no character i wanted to associate with, no feeling that was mutual. you are better than this.

  36. -1 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    It?s damn near impossible to meet the expectations some people have after such a long wait??ignore the haters

  37. +3 votes + -
    Hoo-rocked Said:

    Everybody?s ”witty” comments do not compensate for their small wieners?

  38. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    What banker watches American Idol? I love the Eggers comment, though.

  39. +19 votes + -
    Bootytrain Said:

    I bet all the Muni bankers reading this blog are just excited to know other people acknowledge their existence.

  40. 0 votes + -
    corporate punk Said:

    Welcome back after two months. Not great, but definitely a good read over lunch. And yes, I will agree that the banker stereotypes are getting old. But I guess that?s what a banker blog is for.

  41. +13 votes + -
    Anonymous12 Said:

    Wow most of you (not all) are complete morons who can?t understand the these posts are SATIRE and that the author isn?t even a banker?he?s just mocking them. after every post on this site, there are always – without fail – several ridiculous comments from people too dim-witted to understand the stories. this is a great site and the stories actually are pretty sophisticated if you understand what i-banking is and what the stereotypes are.

  42. +4 votes + -
    IBD Said:

    Banker bags slutty cocktail waitress? Maybe if said banker is Gopal Mehta but he works in Munis??? Like the dancer has room to talk. Slut should be happy.

  43. -2 votes + -
    RD Said:

    I have an uncanny feeling that all the prime material will be preserved for the book? Just hope the next posting is sooner rather than later – always a good read.

  44. -1 votes + -
    Public Finance Said:

    weak, too many cliches. but i loved the muni bit.

  45. -4 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Weak. Wit is severely lacking. The jokes aren?t even finance related as much as they are status/jackass related. Sanjaya reference merely cements this post as last-minute drivel. The book idea will result in a collossal flop of biblical proportions.

  46. +4 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    amish, aren?t you a muni broker at JT Marlin?

  47. +6 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    to the anonymous poster at 1:37? spare us your verbose analysis? go for big law baby, then you?ll escape your white plains back office.

  48. +7 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Sweet boiler room joke man! that?s rad. Do you know that movie FEATURES Vin Diesel? Please don?t ever post on this site again.

  49. +6 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    ouch, 2:33. You?re state school inspired vitriol hurts. why don?t you go down a natty ice at your favorite murray hill bar and keep telling yourself that you actually mean something in this world.

  50. -8 votes + -
    Real McCoy Said:

    REALLY stupid post. You F-ing suck ass.

  51. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    If I wasn?t still mind-effing the Australian chick you shorted for the waitress, this would have been a total waste of time?..and a tip, real hitters don?t stick anything that uses a shampoo sold in Duane Reade, how?s that rash bytheway?

  52. +3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    whack? bring back the kid from toronto

  53. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    What Toronto kid?

  54. -7 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Fiction shouldn?t be so self-serving.

  55. +6 votes + -
    M&A Said:

    This site is excellent and this last post is as well. Don?t discourage LSO from writing more. The last post is more sophisticated, subtle and awesome because it is dead realistic until the twist at the end. Learn to appreciate a diversity of styles and asset classes. Finally, the Excel screensaver? I am SO doing that.

  56. -4 votes + -
    WestCoast_LBO Said:

    I?ve only briefly glanced at this site, but I?m a bit confused. I recognize that these stories aren?t real, but I assumed they were at least premised in some sort of truth. Are these stories 100% fiction? Otherwise, I don?t follow how this guy goes from PE to IB in a manner of weeks?

  57. +3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    THE Toronto kid? http://www.leveragedsellout.com/2007/02/pocket-changed-my-life/ see the March 18th, 5:44p comment? much better than the latest LSO junk.

  58. +8 votes + -
    My firm would only make you jealous Said:

    I tried doing the Excel spreadsheet one time but people tend to catch on it after a while. My solution was to have my screensaver cut to different pics of Excel.

  59. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    WestCoast_LBO?all the stories are fictional satire and involve different characters. It is not about the same person every time.

  60. +6 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    haha, state school crack was funny. where did you go? bucknell? nice hair gel pal.

  61. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Please don?t further encourage The Toronto Kid. I would be perfectly content to never again ingest any more literary excrement from everyone?s favorite IBD limp-dick canuck fucktard.

  62. -3 votes + -
    M Said:

    first of all, you sound like white trash turned nuouveau riche second, there is no way that happened

  63. 0 votes + -
    Patrick Bateman Said:

    Brilliant. Welcome back!

  64. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    this site is getting old. i used to love it, but now i realize how sad and literal it is.

  65. -1 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    it was hilarious, until the very end. then it became hilariously retared. know when to stop.

  66. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    You?re all a bunch of fucking retards. The story was going well until you tried the tie-back.

  67. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous ok Said:

    The privileged don?t go on speed dating.

  68. +8 votes + -
    Anonymous612 Said:

    Sigh. I just accepted an IB offer. I?m new to the industry, but from the looks of it, I think the position is at the same level on the totem pole as the Muni guys. To make matters worse, I am a girl. LSO?Will I be able to date a prestigious catch as yourself, or should I lower my standards from the get-go and look for someone younger? (I?m not pear shaped)

  69. +4 votes + -
    Louis Winthorp Said:

    The guy in the chair next to me at Paul Mole had this printed out. I shat myself with glee, knowing that upon my return to the office I could once again be stunned to disbelief at the assembled tardage on this board.

  70. -1 votes + -
    Goldman Sachs Said:

    Great! Please keep them coming

  71. -1 votes + -
    Luis Carruthers Said:

    A windsor knot is too bulky. Post script – lame post.

  72. +4 votes + -
    My firm would only make you jealous Said:

    To the girl that just accepted the IB offer. Guys in banking do not like girls in IB, we prefer blondes from the UES. If you manage to get a decent banker, chances are hes keeping you on the side.

  73. +1 votes + -
    Big Mark Said:

    good lookin on the pick-up line i might have to use that one

  74. +5 votes + -
    MUNI_H-U-S-T-L-E-R Said:

    Pretty good, but cheesy ending with the waitress. She would have left with another guy by then. I?m in Munis and I get the joke, but most Muni bankers don?t and try to roll like they?re big time. The truth is all of banking is for morons willing to work sweatshop hours to accumulate a decent salary to afford the good life in NYC. But, one thing I have to point out is that most of these posts are by chumps from the Midwest who think they are someone in NYC, but you will always have that trailer park in you?even though your friends back home are impressed that you have travelled outside your home state by plane. ”I could have written a better story about a night out in Columbus, Ohio.” Right?only if you were on drugs and hallucinating. Going out in Columbus is like an after work bar scene until 2am- basically like Murray Hill, Turtle Bay, and Hoboken?or even worse- drinking right around MSG after a game all night. The Sanjaya comment was weak. That wouldn?t even make a SNL sketch. The Boiler Room comments posted were lame. Nice comment Bootytrain @ 12PM. FYI: The word ”booty” went out of style way before the word ”bling” a long time ago.

  75. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Great stuff. I?m not saying I?m a big deal or anything but muni banking isn?t bad. I work for $6 a bond. How about you?

  76. -6 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    We all know you don?t have any friends.

  77. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Hustler, Don?t get pompous. There are plenty of terrible places to be from that are just outside of Manhattan ie. Mount Vernon or Chappaqua.

  78. +5 votes + -
    Anon Said:

    My friend ? take heart. You will one day find a class-mongering, self-entitled, punk-rock girl who sees banking for the true wonderland of inspiration and intellectual thought that so few know it is.

  79. +2 votes + -
    CorpLawStudent Said:

    Good Stuff but I hope this guy posts more often.

  80. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    hahahaha chappaqua comment was brilliant!

  81. +4 votes + -
    Kevin Said:

    Your writing is fantastic. Nerver mind the negative stuff. Americans are not happy if they are not complaning(bitiching). Your writing can be compared to good art. It takes time to put togather great works. I encourage you to perhaps publish a book. Thank you for making my day good with a little laughter.

  82. -2 votes + -
    Angry female Said:

    hillary in 08!!!!

  83. -2 votes + -
    COALawClerk Said:

    It was good until the end.

  84. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    I work in finance! I?m sooooo cool! Shut the fuck up.

  85. -3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Anon at 5:25 am- Obviously posting on this site at the time you did proves how busy your schedule must be. When you get a job, maybe you can get some friends. When you get some friends, maybe you can come back and post something less stupid here.

  86. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    I work in non-profits! I?m saving the world! Actually, I?m deluded loser who hates on bankers because I know they will ultimately fund my welfare checks. I rock!!

  87. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Wow, I?m dating a banker chick. And all she cares about money. Still not sure what she actually does in her job?seems like a lot of scut work and excel. EBITDA, my ass.

  88. +2 votes + -
    Natasha Said:

    Can I set you up with my friend?

  89. +2 votes + -
    Maple leaf Said:

    This is pure brilliance. Waiting for more and more?

  90. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    7:12 AM, All your girlfriend cares about is money and all you obviously care about is grammar. Collateral damage my friend. Will somebody over the age of 16 please post so I can laugh.

  91. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    The satire has digressed to fit any post-frat d-bag looking to slam goose and bang chicks in NYC. The banking comments add flare but are not necessary to complete the story.

  92. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    This is getting boring. Just like every other spreadsheet monkey.

  93. 0 votes + -
    you are HOT Said:

    Hello Writer, ya you are very talented. Best wishes with your publishing deal *kiss* and thanks for sharing all these great little stories with us for ”free.”

  94. 0 votes + -
    Anon Said:

    For those of you who don?t seem to have this figured out (and I can?t believe how many of you there are after reading these comments), this is satire. An Analyst at GS is a nice little job for a 22 year-old, and said Analyst may think the HR girl/bartender/ is his bitch? but who do you think the MD?s bitch is? My guess is it?s the guy whose entire salary is less than MD?s yearly vacation budget, yet is willing to work 90 hour weeks. Sincerely, Anonymous Engagement Manager (a.k.a. The Partners? bitch) And for those of you who would like to add something about how lame consulting is? it?s getting to be a tired refrain. Until you?re C-level Exec., all jobs are glorified slave labor with varying degrees of compensation and soul-selling!

  95. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    you guys are all faggots

  96. 0 votes + -
    himynameis Said:

    bashing munis is like picking on that skinny kid with the glasses and the floodwater nuthuggers.

  97. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    This story is clearly made-up. This guys greatest talent is clearly writing.

  98. -1 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    ‘obese meathead dressed in a pathetic emulation of his clientle” . decent. weak ending though

  99. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Econometrics is ECO 302 at Princeton, not 305

  100. 0 votes + -
    CSFB Said:

    hmmmm?. (Yawn)?. hmmm? Son, you could have done better. The ending should atleast sound real!

  101. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Bentley Drummle Said: April 17th, 2007 at 2:49 pm ”Very well structured, and more subtle than the previous entries. You can see how your writing style has changed over the entries.” I love it how bankers or psuedo wanna-be bankers pretend they know how to comment on a writer?s literary style.

  102. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    i like how it ends with eh? canadian?

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